Poetry – Two Poems By Turgut Uyar – “Principally, It is Yours” and “It Hurts”

Poetry – Two Poems By Turgut Uyar – “Principally, It is Yours” and “It Hurts”

Principally, It is Yours

by Turgut Uyar

Inform me to whom now it belongs this apple that I peel with care

You already know that each one I do with care now belongs to you

A person on his technique to the water as an instance ought to he tilt his shoulder

The solar, the water and the lean of his shoulder all belong to you

You rise up, you befit your identify, and also you’re proper

The world that darkens as continuously belongs to you

The darkening world is an ember of fireside for a brand new rose

The noble darkness left over from a hearth’s ember belongs to you

You took a previous with experiments, you got here and painted the brand new effectively

I do know it it is best to realize it too the primary illumination belongs to you

The water that I really like is the true brother of your water

The powers deserted by your water now belong to you

Since you maintain like a weapon every part that you just maintain

The whistle that holds every part like a warning belongs to you

It is all yours O eternal-giver no matter exists like life

Do not maintain your breath, increase, the core and the shell belong to you

O essentially the most lovely view of a waterfall pouring over the flowers

My love, my infinity, no matter exists and doesn’t exist on this world all belong to you.

(Translated from Turkish by Ugur Akinci)

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It Hurts

by Turgut Uyar

I wish to speak about unhappiness

Vertical and horizontal unhappiness

The right unhappiness of humankind

My love hurts

We have lived one thing filled with thriller

They usually lived that over there

Mistaking the way in which a mountain was bent

For its pleasure.

To start with, the unhappiness in fact

Like a bar in a small city

The way in which its laughter would hit the sunshine

However wouldn’t be mirrored over right here

That’s, the syphilis that somebody’s bought from a fading rose

The tuberculosis that another person bought from one other lady

The historical past of all workplace buildings

My love hurts.

“I pity my love” says somebody

Even a baby with a lovely eye

Didn’t have a summer time that protected.

I don’t know what needs to be mentioned.

My love hurts

The ships are nonetheless passing by

The mountains will mild up and darken once more

And that is all.

My stance is to search out a whole lot of issues and leap with pleasure

Fall has arrived O sorrow

Spring has arrived O black sorrow

O you, the neatest individual on earth

Generally within the midst of summer time in broad daylight

My love hurts

Regardless of whom I really like

Or regardless of who loves me.

September has packed up its luggage and left you see

October etcetera may also be gone earlier than lengthy

Darn large horses that sink into historical past

Simply sink into historical past, that is all.

(Translated from Turkish by Ugur Akinci)

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